You've had enough. Enough of his sarcasm, his indifference, his constant dismissal of your feelings. You stand up, your hands balled into fists at your sides, your chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"I'm done, Matt!" you declare, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. "I've put up with your shit for too long! I deserve better than this!"

He looks taken aback, his usual cocky smirk replaced by a surprised expression. "What the hell does that mean?" he retorts, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

"You know exactly what it means!" you fire back, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're always so damn cold, so distant! And then you expect me to just fall into bed with you whenever you want?! That's not how relationships work, Matt!"